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Tony Stark's POV

I sigh as my eyes glance find the paper with the list of my interns for this summer.

Jack Graham.

A wealthy kid from New York, single mom. He had earned many scholarships, and degrees already in science and engineering. He did get kicked out of Harvard, it worried him that I wouldn't let him in. Any other person one, but I did the same thing back in the day.

Cameron Dylan.

A prodigy at the age of five that grew up with alcoholic parents. Like a little poverty version of Einstein. I wasn't throwing a pity party for him, he was very arrogant in his application.

Scarlett Ali.

This girl got me. She goes to a community college in the middle of fucking nowhere. This young lady, had too many accomplishments to count. And she looks like she'd kill me if I didn't let her in.

Willow James.

She's autistic but in a rather fascinating way. Willow memorizes everything, it's obsessive I suppose. From weird facts about otters to climbing death rates. I just wanted her in, no explanation. Willow was the only one I actually met.

Parker Johnson.

An asshole to say the least. This is the legitimate young version of me. I'm still young though. From the charming arrogance, to the many, many degrees. I just hope I don't have to deal with him bitching all summer. Or I will kick his ass out.

Lastly,

Alexandra Adamos.

Third generation Grecian immigrant. Amazing grades. All she talked about was when I was in that damn cave and when they found me. And how it clicked. Then she had a lab in her garage and went from there. She is like me more than anyone, negative parts. I think she understands me. Things you can change, and control are much better than people. JARVIS, for instance, chef's kiss. But I love Pepper, Pete and Morgana so much. I don't want these kids to just be in this internship. I want them to do something with it. And I feel like she will.

Anyway I'm excited. It's just a couple months away. Pepper talked me into this, told me that "I needed to share my gift other than with my daughter and Pete." I guess she's right.

Third Person

Shibuya City, Japan.

A thin, small girl walks around, with her eyes a mysterious sliver. She savagely ravages through the market stands eating all the raw raw meat she can get her hands on. People look at her concerned and disgusted. She's just focused on eating.

The market stand owner walks up to the barbaric little girl to stop her. And he touches her shoulder. With abnormal strength, she knocks him into a fruit stand ten feet away. The girl falls to the ground and looks confused, she doesn't know where she is. The old man's eyes turn the mysterious color. He gets up from the ground, his face becomes a blur, obsidian matter oozes out of his mouth.

Then it crawls on the ground.

Searching for

The right host.

Alex

A ding comes from my phone.

I walk to my bed, and pick it up. It's an unknown number and it says,

Hey, this is Jack. Right number?

I smile as I text, Yep. How are you?

Jack replies instantly, I'll be better when I see you again.

I roll my eyes, such a flirt, Ah such a flirt. Meet me at the front entrance at 2. We'll go for a walk.

The boy replies instantly again, Sounds good Alexandra.

Call me Alex, I write.

He replies fast, Ok, see you then.

My heart flutters, this can't be good.

Tomorrow

I walk out of the main entrance, searching for a certain red headed boy. I wait for a few minutes, and someone taps my shoulder. I turn around to see Jack smiling.

"Ready?" He asks.

I nod, and we start walking down the walk way.

"So..." He says.

"So..."I say.

"Any boyfriends?" He asks.

I smile, "Woah, so direct Jack. You first."

He shakes his head.

"Really? You're lying..." I say laughing. It's true, how can he not have a girlfriend?

He smiles and shakes his head, "Everyone just wants someone to have sex with. I don't want that anymore."

"So mature." I comment.

"It may seem corny-" He says trying to explain.

But I interrupt him, "You don't have to explain. I feel the same."

He smiles beautifully, "Who's your boyfriend?"

He looks at me waiting for an answer curiously.

"What makes you so sure I have one Jack?" I say, trying to hold out on my answer. He stutters; I tripped up lover boy, woah.

"I-uh. You're cool. Just assuming you did." He mumbles.

"Hey," I say, "Well I got broken up with about a week ago."

He looks a little happy, "Oh, I'm sorry."

I smile again, I smile a lot with this boy. "Please don't be sorry. He was terrible. Kai was cheating, and he is a heap of idiot."

"Tell me everything," He says calmly, "About you."

I grin and start laughing, "Aw. Come on, Lover boy. Not just yet."

By now, we've circled back to campus, and we both have to get to work. He tells me bye softly and runs in the opposite direction. I smile to myself thinking about him. I really like the curly haired boy, and it's just been a few days. It will destroy me when I do something or he leaves. I can't get attached. I face palm and roll my eyes. The last time I trusted a boy fully, things got bad. And I still am haunted. I really hope he isn't like the boys in my past. I really, really hope. Because he seems amazing. But he's just gonna leave. God, Alex. Focus.

I pull my falling hair into a low pony tail, and head to the outside study hall. It's my favorite place to work. It's small, like a screened in porch. Almost no one knows about it. It starts misting, I smile. Rain, and any form of precipitation aside from snow and hail are my favorite. I hate snow, ugh.